The first week of maintenance went very well. I am still a fraction of a pound below goal weight, and this is in spite of the fact that, by my best estimate, I consumed devoured nearly 5,000 calories on Saturday. I didn't just have a "bad" day; I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Yet, my weight is exactly where I want it to stay. Nonetheless, I'll try to be a little bit more circumspect on Thanksgiving.

The other thing I'd just like to mention is that now that winter is making its presence known, I am now dealing with the one side effect of the weight loss I could really do without: I am constantly cold during this time of year. In other words, I miss my blubber. I can never seem to get my hands and feet warm -- not unless I turn the heat up high enough to make everyone else in the house complain about the sauna-like conditions. Although I refuse to believe I would ever do it myself, I now completely understand why it is that some members of my family fled to warmer climes as they got older.

Although I know I did the right thing for the right reasons, there's a small part of me that wishes I could just put on 20-30 pounds of weight for the winter and then work my ass off to remove it again once spring asserts itself. Alas, that just doesn't coincide with maintaining a healthy lifestyle. So, for the next few months I'll just be placing the electric blanket under the covers 10-15 minutes before I go to bed and wearing enough layers to nearly qualify as a living mummy. I'll survive, but I'll also certainly bitch-and-moan about it occasionally -- much to the dismay, I'm sure, of TeenLitGirl.

I am also always freezing this winter. Add in the fact that my clothes don't fit anymore and the silver linings of weight loss are showing that they have a bit of a cloud (hopefully not filled with snow!).